Hear the call of the future,
On the edge of the past,
In the ruins of Utopia
Our age has come to pass,
And as the fire fills the world
Will the ashes bleed again
With the healing runes of pain?
In the birth of the nations
And the Winter of Rome (Holy Rome)
In the face of our saviour
Do we seek ourselves, alone?
Like the children of the Fall
In the brightest star of pride
Dying into life,
Faith like hope it burns away,
Fate like time it turns to grey
The colours of your soul,
(A reckoning is forged)
Faith like hope it breathes again,
Fate like life it seeks the day,
The fire of the soul remains,
See the fall of the future
On the edge of the night,
In the ruins of Arcadia
Will our gods come to rise?
And as we touch the shores of time
Do we carve in sand or stone,
Silver into Gold?
The gleaming sun, the greening earth,
Well within the deserts of the North,
To seek the light, deep in the dark,
Seize the wreath of splendour,
Catch the holy spark
On the edge of the past,
In the ruins of Utopia
Our age has come to pass,
And as the fire fills the world
Will the ashes bleed again
With the healing runes of pain?
In the birth of the nations
And the Winter of Rome (Holy Rome)
In the face of our saviour
Do we seek ourselves, alone?
Like the children of the Fall
In the brightest star of pride
Dying into life,
Faith like hope it burns away,
Fate like time it turns to grey
The colours of your soul,
(A reckoning is forged)
Faith like hope it breathes again,
Fate like life it seeks the day,
The fire of the soul remains,
See the fall of the future
On the edge of the night,
In the ruins of Arcadia
Will our gods come to rise?
And as we touch the shores of time
Do we carve in sand or stone,
Silver into Gold?
The gleaming sun, the greening earth,
Well within the deserts of the North,
To seek the light, deep in the dark,
Seize the wreath of splendour,
Catch the holy spark